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I rolled over my butt and picked up the letter. “To me, your worth is like a Kadupul flower, priceless. No riches could ever weigh more than your worth.” I read. I bit my lower lip stopping my lips to form a smile. I gently scooped the flower as though I was scooping water on my palms. With closed eyes, I inhaled its scent. A different sweet scent drew my attention to the open window. Moonlight barged inside my room as it shone bright to the night sky. I smiled at the window and mouthed thank you. I may not see him but I could feel him, sense him. After that his scent vanished into the air.

After that, I tucked her in and waited for her to go to sleep. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Breakfast went smoothly. She only ate four bites from the bread but at least, it was something. I ordered Odelle to dress her into something more suitable because I wanted to take her outside. "She's ready. You two can go now," my Little Flower was wearing a simple cream colored, long sleeve cotton dress that went right below her knees. It wasn't anything special. It was plain but she looked so adorable in it. I went towards her and took her small hand in mine. "Come."

One of this was the telltale paradise,most have heard from the mouth of marauders and voyager who had seen the premises, the city of Florin, land of the blossoming flowers of internal youth. On the walls that supported such bountiful city,grows a little bonny belle. A lily in the midst of roses and orchids... “Father! Mother! Look! Its the sacred lilies! The lilies have bloomed!” a little lass, no more than twelve years old, who has been atop of that hill just now, cried upon seeing the blooming flowers in the meadow, clearly in awe to see much of the sacred flowers littering the area. The girl donned in a pastel colored free flowing dress, crowned with shoulder length raven locks, almond sh

I beamed up to him, enjoying the good energy that was floating through the air. "So when is it supposed to bloom?" He asked, looking back to the flower. "Today actually! Isn't that amazing?" I said in awe. "I know My mother would have wanted to see this." I gazed longingly at my growth before me. "I Know she would have too Lilith, your mother was a beautiful human Soul." He spoke graciously of her, giving me the hope I needed to know I was One of the good guys. Seconds later From the side of my eye I could see the flower start to move gradually, opening up its beautiful petals so we could see it's insides. Turning at a rapid speed, My hands balled up in excitement an I smiled so huge, my che

Now let's ponder on these things : *What's this novel all about? Sincerely Cassiopeia is about the diary of a girl named Cassiopeia. People call her "The Flower Bud of Veluven" because of her emanating beauty, kindness and [insert all of the good qualities that a female lead could possess only because she is the protagonist]. The whole novel was told in her point of view. Unfortunately, there is only one ending for Valeria: Death. I realized, that I am in a hellish world and I will die eventually. Yeah, death is inevitable but I don't want to die foolishly!

But I hesitate when my eyes catch a splotch of color on the ground under my hands that hadn't been there when I sat down. There were flowers, tiny blue ones with white middles, blossoming from where my hands had been. I could see the outline of my fingertips, in fact, but no palm or thumb. I look at my hand, which has loose blades of grass stuck to it. I look at the other side of me, but there are no flowers on that side where my hand had been. The only difference between my hands were I used one to wipe my tears. I leaned down a little and stared at the flowers that continued to slowly creep up from the ground. They were very small; their circumference wasn't even that of a dime. Looked lik

Indeed, they were. Just like the news coming from the car radio at that moment, this year's prestigious literary prize would be awarded to "The Tomb of Flowers," a tragic tale of the doomed love between an Asti youth and a noblewoman from the empire. To "respect reality," like the award-winning film before it, the story's conclusion was undoubtedly sorrowful, with the two lovers separated; one forcibly sent back to confinement in the quarantine zone, while the other, carrying the love for the youth, married a wealthy merchant of the empire to spend her remaining days reminiscing about her lover. The author of the book was the mother of one of Lola's classmates, a gentle and beautiful lady.

Everything but you leaving me. Never. Never before have I felt so humiliated and despised and worthless. This entire sensation was alien to me. And it was none other than the love of my life who was making me feel this way. But I was willing to put up with all of it if that meant having her by my side forever. "Flower..." I called out to her in a pleading whisper. And, as if she had finally decided to be merciful to my wounded soul. Yhe doors opened, as flowers rained down creating a path for her to walk on.

Just the mere idea sent a pang of pain through her heart. [Note: I've seen a post on reddit today, guys. Readers asking for a link of this book. Please, refrain from reading the book on pirated websites and instead access it through the official platform. I truly appreciate your love for my book, but it is not acceptable to me if you choose to read it by supporting thieves. GoodNovel offers free bonus and includes watching ads as a means to read the book. Moreover, by using the official platform, you can provide support to me. Thank you so much.]

“Ms. Jensen, your partner and the kids are amazing. You’re really lucky. “Your arm would have been fine with just some ointment. But they insisted you stay in the hospital and took care of you the whole time.” Moon smiled. Pride shone in her eyes. Julian walked in with the two boys. He handed her the bouquet he was holding, and a warm smile spread across his face. “Your discharge papers are ready. The boys picked these flowers this morning. Congratulations on getting out of the hospital!” Zayden and Yannick leaned in on either side. “Ms. Jensen, look! There are still dewdrops on the flowers!” “Ms. Jensen, these flowers are as pretty as you!”